They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These glaring fears of success.

Shoot ‘em between the eyes,

Never to arise.

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These baffling hopes of failure.

Chop of their head

So their blood runs red.

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These stifling limbs of fear

Throw them in a fire

And witness their funeral pyre

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These surly whispers of confusion

Strangle them quiet,

You might like it, try it

 

They’ve got to die, they’ve got to die

These endless burdens of despair

Squash ‘em flat

So that’s the end of that.

Sh